Olive's joy was a wonderful sight as she rushed to embrace her mother. The room seemed to light up with her happiness, their reunion a bittersweet moment amid the heavy atmosphere. Scarlett returned her daughter's hug, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and longing. "I missed you so much," Olive
Scarlett's anger flared, and she shot back, "Don't underestimate us, Stella. We have the means to expose your secrets." Stella waved her hand dismissively, her confidence unwavering. "I call your bluff, Scarlett. If you had the guts to reveal the so-called proof, you would have done it already."
TIMOTHY POV Timothy's footsteps echoed in the sterile hospital corridor as he made his way to the front desk. He had been gripped by an overwhelming sense of urgency, a gnawing worry that had been festering ever since he received the call about his mother's condition. He had to see her, to ensure
"Why?" he began, his voice hoarse. "Why are you refusing treatment? You can't just give up like this. We can fight this together." Lydia looked at him, her eyes filled with pain. "Timothy, you don't understand. I don't want to suffer anymore. The treatments, the pain, it's all too much." Timothy
The hospital visit with Scarlett had been a difficult, emotional experience for both Olive and me. As we left the hospital and made our way back to the apartment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. Guilt for how Stella had reacted. It was clear that Stella was going through a difficult tim
He finally looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sadness. "My mother just doesn't want me to marry the wrong girl," he confessed. The revelation took me by surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of confusion. "The wrong girl?" I echoed. So his own mother never approv
The anger had been simmering within me for hours, a seething pot of emotions that refused to be contained any longer. I knew I had to confront Andy and put an end to Timothy’s torment. As I stepped into the office building where Timothy's brother, Andy, worked, I could feel the weight of the conve
Andy's face contorted with rage as he looked at the thumb drive, his anger boiling over. "You should watch it with the threats, Evie," he warned, his tone menacing. "You're already on thin ice with my family, and I can make sure your name is permanently smeared." I held his gaze, unflinching in th